The Edinburgh Book of Scottish Verse, 1300-1900, Part 1William Macneile Dixon |
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aboon amang auld baith baloo bird birks blaw bonnie lassie Bonny Dundee bower braes braw bride bright busk cauld Charlie dance dear doun dowie fair fair Annie Farewell Fiunary flower frae gane gang glen Glenkindie green grey gude haif hair hairt hame heart heaven hills hundred pipers ilka Islay King Kirk lady land lass lassie lo'e Lord Lord Gregory lufe lusty maun merry micht mither mony nae mair nane ne'er never night nocht o'er owre Pipers richt round sall sang scho Scotland sing snaw song stag suld sweet Syne ta'en Tam Lin thee There's thocht thou thro Timor Mortis conturbat wald weary weel Whilk Whill wild Willie wind yald Yarrow young young Benjie
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Page 418 - But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild brook babbling down the mountain side : The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean tide ; The hum of bees, the linnet's lay of love, And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.
Page 464 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is giv'n, Who long with wants and woes has striv'n, By human pride or cunning driv'n To mis'ry's brink, Till wrench'd of ev'ry stay but Heav'n, He, ruin'd, sink!
Page 510 - Our toils obscure, and a* that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp ; The man's the gowd for a* that. What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden-gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
Page 787 - Requiem Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Page 506 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw...
Page 462 - An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an' fear ! 209. To a Mountain Daisy On turning one down with the plough in April 1786 WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou 's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it 's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie lark, companion meet, Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet, Wi' spreckl'd breast ! When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Page 433 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
Page 481 - Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out: 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!' And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke; As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When 'Catch the thief!' resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skreech and hollow.
Page 607 - Come fill up my cup, etc. He spurred to the foot of the proud Castle rock, And with the gay Gordon he gallantly spoke; ' Let Mons Meg and her marrows speak twa words or three, For the love of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.
Page 497 - Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest! Thine be ilka joy and treasure, Peace, enjoyment, love and pleasure! Ae fond kiss, and then we sever! Ae fareweel, alas, for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee!